Joseph Addison

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon read more

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?

Justice discards party, friendship, kindred, and is therefore
always represented as blind.

Justice discards party, friendship, kindred, and is therefore
always represented as blind.

The friendships of the world are oft
Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure;
Ours has severest read more

The friendships of the world are oft
Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure;
Ours has severest virtue for its basis,
And such a friendship ends not but with life.

Why, a spirit is such a little, little thing, that I have heard
man, who was a great scholar, read more

Why, a spirit is such a little, little thing, that I have heard
man, who was a great scholar, say that he'll dance ye a hornpipe
upon the point of a needle.

Amidst the soft variety I'm lost.

Amidst the soft variety I'm lost.